A walk in the clearing morning sun
©REDCAT
To a site where recorded history begun
Grounded by what man once sown
I feel hope at the new dawn
The light have a new quality
Some things are now impossible to not see
An century old stone bridge in the sun gives rest
When the gravity of everything puts me to the test
Tears start to fall
Is it the rejection of it all
Did I expect or want more
Even though I said differently before
Sun in my eye and warm on closed lids
I examine if there are feelings hid
Sorrow wells in a pyroclastic flow
Scalding tears in it’s tow
Two things abruptly clears
Reasons for all these tears
First I’d had managed to fool myself
Feeling safe is not a need put on a shelf
Second something I didn’t know
A loss that leads to all this woe
I have forgotten how it feels
To know a chance of love for me is real
Aphrodite stayed true to her way
When she sent a messenger won’t stay
He were only ever a loan
To get a seed of hope in me sown
Reignite a heart forsaken
In a dream where nothing is forcibly taken
Every pleasure freely given
Actions by care and empathy driven
Words spoken with an honest tongue
Sharing feelings without fear of getting stung
To finally experience mutual trust
A frozen libido thaws releases lust
Thank the Goddess for this boon
Living fantasy beneath the sun and moon
A day spent in his embrace
Fortify me for what I have to face
When our dream fade I’m no longer dwindled
My being shot through with passions rekindled
All of that… and Insights given
He went back to the life he was living
I took one look at the prompt picture and went straight to my library of note books. There was one poem I started this summer, but never finished… And Cyril Rolando’s beautiful artwork immediately put me in a space to work on it again.
I’m in a debt of gratitude to Sunday Muse and Cyril Rolando for the inspiration to finish this.
Also posted to Poets United Pantry of Poetry and Prose #5
Musical inspiration while writing came from a new EP by Au5.
The world according to RedCat 
Yes, we all need to be fortified for what we have to face, for it’s never revealed until it’s upon us.
It seems to me that we are always better prepared for the beginning than its ending…
‘A frozen libido thaws releases lust,’…. this is such a strong image! ❤️
Thank you!
I like the image of that century old bridge in the sun….and can feel the sense of loss in this poem.
Thank you! I’ve always liked to feel the history of centuries old bridges, houses, forts and churches. So I’m blessed to live where that is an everyday occurrence. 💖
I guess every journey has a beginning and an end. To me the substance is what’s in between. We learn so much about ourselves and others.
They say it is the journey not the destination. The journey beautifully shared here will be a memory that brings wisdom and joy. I am so glad you were inspired by the image to finish this lovely poem RedCat!
This is beautiful RedCat. The lore of yore is enticing.
We are never prepared for the ending. We think we are and then one day after it ends, it hits us.
A sad but common story – well told.
…he went back to the life he was living – and hopefully, life continued, full speed ahead as passion had been reawakened.
I believe I’ve lived through these same feelings recently. Your journey shared in these words are shared by many more. Thank you
A pleasing exercise in rhyming couplets. Well done